Page 43 of Maximum Bet

My pistol is a glaring reminder of the events that occurred only moments ago. My jaw locks as I lift the weapon—muzzle caked with blood—and set it on the vanity beside Cassandra.

She doesn’t flinch. If anything, her legs open wider, and she arches her body toward me.

Well, fuck. My angel has already turned to the dark side.

I smirk, my chest rising and falling as my lungs work with my thundering pulse.

With the flick of my wrist, I unhook my belt and unzip my fly.

Cassandra bites her lip as her gaze falls to my straining erection.

“Oh, God, Dominic,” she groans. “I need you.”

“Touch me,” I demand.

She is quick to oblige, freeing my aching cock from the restraints of my boxer briefs and sliding them and my pantshalfway down my legs. I grunt as both her hands wrap around my length, sliding up and down, causing pre-cum to leak from the tip.

“Get up,” I growl and take hold of her waist to lift her. She squeals with delight as I place her feet on the floor and spin her to face the mirror.

I bend down, my lips next to her ear. My voice is filled with gravel when I say, “I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”

She gasps as I place a hand between her shoulder blades and push her toward the tabletop. She catches herself with her hands and looks up, finding my eyes in the mirror.

The smile I give her shows every dark intention coursing through my mind. She shivers in delight as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.

I slip off her thong. It falls to her ankles while I align my cock with her glistening pussy.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I grin, pushing in just the head to tease her.

“Dominic, please!” She arches back as I pull away. “Give me all of you.”

“You want to be filled up?” I ask, entering her only a few inches.

“Yes!” she cries with desperation.

“Then take me.”

I enter her with a hard thrust, filling her to the hilt, my pelvis flush against her ass.

I bend over her, threading my fingers through hers, holding her palms against the wooden counter. I take control as I squeeze tight, the muscles in my arms flexing as I make sure she can’t escape my grip.

“Is that what you wanted,bellisima?”

“Oh, God, yes.” Her head falls, hair cascading down and hiding her face.

I thrust again, jolting her body, but her hair blocks my view.

“Look up, Cassandra.” My tone leaves no room for disobedience.

She lifts her head and watches me through the mirror.

“Good girl.”

I begin thrusting in earnest, hovering over her body and holding her in place. She arches into me, taking each punishing rut.

My attention falls to the reflection of her breasts, which bounce with our movement. I want to grab them, hold her by the tits as I fuck her hard.

I untangle one hand from hers and lift it to grope her breast. She moans my name when I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger.